PRISON SONG
Throw my legs over the wall
Keep an eye out for the man
Run like hell 'till I'm beyond
The barking dogs
And that's not all I'm up against

I'm gonna do some traveling
To where I've never been
I hope I'm not reminded
Of who I am

I'll meet my friend in Baltimore
He owes me money and a car
I'll drive like hell and I'll ignore
The memories
Of all the time I've spent inside

Chorus

Time is only to willing to disguise
All my alibis

I'm getting closer to the sun
I'll keep moving straight ahead
I'll keep melting till I belong
To a single heart
A single mind twice as strong

Chorus

© 1997 Walter Salas-Humara and Gary Sunshine
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NORTHERN LIGHTS
He works late on Monday, the same old grind
Thinks about the children he left behind
There's a photograph beside him, a thousand miles away
There's a fast car to take him to another working day

He works late on Friday, then he heads for home
There is no happy hour when you drinking alone
There's a paper on the table, a map on the wall
A single bed in the corner and a blind crystal ball

The Northern Lights won't come and find him
At least not tonight at the end of the evening train
Seems they always shine in someone else's sky or
They ain't bright enough to burn away the rain

Tomorrow makes no promise, but it might be your friend
It might just be dishonest and leave you with what might have been
We measure time in hours and we add it up in days
We lock it up in towers and watch it melt away

The Northern Lights won't come and find him
At least not tonight at the end of the evening train
Seems they always shine in someone else's sky or
They ain't bright enough to burn away the rain


© 1997 Scott Burns and Walter Salas-Humara
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THANKS A MILLION
There's an airplane in the distance
There's a shadow
There is luggage lying open on the bed
There are keys spread out on the counter
Thre's a note unsigned and unread

All the while your voice says
Thanks a million

In December in the desert after sunset
There's a shape in the corner of the sky
It is shaking, it is shining
It's wide open
It is dreaming, it is hoping
It's divine

Chorus

On the highway
In the backseat
The only one with any manners is the dog

There is warmth and sunshin in our bodies
There's a lost and silent friend becoming clear
There's gasoline and hot, black coffee
There's a house and a yard and the years

Chorus

© 1997 Scott Burns, Walter Salas-Humara and Gary Sunshine
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IN THE CRYPT WITH ELEANORA
The earth is cracked but it's stiil growing
The streets are hard and dreamy, dear
It gets dark early here

In the streets of cold Chicago
Locked in step
Forever slow

In the crypt with Eleanora
In the lava just like lovers
In their places like belivers

You will find a steady comfort
Holding thoughts and spending places
While we just get weaker and weaker

In the streets of cold Chicago
Locked in step
Forever slow

In the crypt with Eleanora
In the lava just like lovers
In their places like belivers

Do you love me, no don't tell me
Let me guess, let me wonder
Halfway between nil and never

Do you love me, do you love me, let me wonder
Do you love me, do you love me, let me wonder
In the crypt with Eleanora
In the crypt with Eleanora
Do you love me, do you love me, let me wonder
Do you love me, do you love me, let me wonder
In the crypt with Eleanora
In the lava just like lovers
In their places like belivers

© 1997 Michael Hall, Dave Bassett and Walter Salas-Humara
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ANGELS
I just can't see us waiting for the perfect line
I just can't see us waiting for the perfect rhyme

Communicating with angels
There is certainly not the time
We're a stuck accelerator and a broken timing belt

I just can't see us waiting
I just can't see us waiting
I just can't see us waiting for the blood to rise
I just can't see us waiting to get inside

Communicating with angels
There is certainly not the time
We're a stuck accelerator and a broken timing belt

I just can't see us waiting for the perfect line
I just can't see us waiting for the perfect rhyme

Communicating with angels
There is certainly not the time
We're a stuck accelerator and a broken timing belt

© 1997 Walter Salas-Humara and Gary Sunshine
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FRONT PORCH
Paint a tiny potrait in your memory
Take it out and dust it off when you remember me
Sitiing on the front porch

I guess I misunderstood
I guess I shouldn't have come
Whatever it was you needed
I guess I couldn't give

Tonight I sit out here with the stars and the trees above
I hope you won't think less of me
More than my heart already does
My heart already does

I guess I misunderstood or got too comfortable
With the rank and file of the days
To believe what you believe in
I look back now and should have seen
We were far from a perfect fit
Whatever it was you needed
I guess I couldn't give


© 1997 Robert Fischer, Walter Salas-Humara and Gary Sunshine
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ARMS OF THE SEA
We were walking past the Cooper Church graveyard
Laughing out loud, telling jokes about our lost and departed

We all know who's caring for our lost and dear family

Across from the church stands what's left of the Old North Pier
There are footsteps on her planks and voices laughing with us

We all know who's caring for our lost and dear family
Since their boat dissapeared into the arms of the sea

Some nights the steeple points to Orion's Belt
Some nights we go drinking down at Molly's Well
Tonight we're holding hands, without fear
Our family is right here

We looked out past the pier as the moon's light came on
Saw the mast of a ship as it dipped beyong the horizon

We all know who's caring for our lost and dear family
Since their boat dissapeared into the arms of the sea

Some nights the steeple points to Orion's Belt
Some nights we go drinking down at Molly's Well
Tonight we're holding hands, without fear
Our family is right here

We were walking past the Cooper Church graveyard

© 1997 Walter Salas-Humara and Gary Sunshine
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I LIKE YOU
In a corner aprtment at the back of my block
In the next to last room the telephone calls
You've been trying to start
I've been trying to stop
You've been trying onw way
I've been trying too hard

I like you

It's a pretty face and pretty eyes
Pretty soon you realise
Your bags are packed
Sitting by the door
When it comes to you
What you knew before

I like you

Jane called last Friday night
We talked things over and we set things right
I got on a plane after we said goodbye
I got off in Knoxville
Oh why

In a corner aprtment at the back of my block
In the next to last room the telephone calls
You've been trying to start
I've been trying to stop
You've been trying onw way
I've been trying too hard

I like you

© 1997 Dale Lawrence and Robert Ray
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STOPLIGHT
Leaves are falling on the road by and by
Went out driving in your uncle's car
The tape machine sent us a note
Tried to send a note to us one way

Mona is her name

Can't you concentrate or find the time to call
Write a letter
Lost in the mail
Don't leave him hanging by the phone
Try to drop a note to your old man

Mona is her name

We go driving up the driveway
Our way
Drive up the driveway all night

Stoplight

Know what you want
A paid holiday
Know what you want
Tomorrow today

You know that I escaped the round-up out West
You know that I am alright
Makes you wonder what keeps a man alive
When all the roads are blind

Mona is her name

We go driving up the driveway
Our way
Drive up the driveway all night

Stoplight

© 1997 Walter Salas-Humara
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MOM OUT DANCING
Your mom's jeep's in the driveway
She's already put the dog outside for the night
The blue light from the TV lit up the
Drapes across the livingroom window

You must be out with your boyfriend
Isn't that what people do on Saturday night
I wonder what show she's watching and
I wonder what she's thinking about and

I want to take your mom out dancing
I want to take your mom out dancing
I want to take your mom out dancing
'Cause I think she might be a little bit down

Drive down to the Circle K
In and out in record time
Make my get-a-way with
Forty bucks and a roll of dimes

Parked the jeep back in her driveway
Put the keys in the glove like she always does
Stood out front and watched the moon rise

I want to take your mom out dancing
I want to take your mom out dancing
I want to take your mom out dancing
I want to take your mom out dancing
I want to take your mom out dancing
I want to take your mom out dancing
'Cause I think she might be a little bit down

© 1997 Walter Salas-Humara and Gary Sunshine
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COLD HANDS OF FATE
The hands on the clock are waiving goodbye
Time doesn't move and it once used to fly
If I thought of you first instead of seconds too late
I'd be holding you now, not the cold hands of fate

The cold hands of fate
They're turning out the lights
The cold hands of fate
Brushing back her hair in the middle of the night

What once was a breeze, now blows like a gail
Rain that once fell has frozen to hail
There's a light in your window, but a lock on your gate
Turned with a key by the cold hands of fate

The cold hands of fate
They're turning out the lights
The cold hands of fate
Brushing back her hair in the middle of the night

The hands on the clock are holding a gum
Waiting for time to get up and run
There isn't a way to wipe clean the slate and
Loosen the grip of the cold hands of fate

The cold hands of fate
They're turning out the lights
The cold hands of fate
Brushing back her hair in the middle of the night

© 1997 Scott Burns and Walter Salas-Humara
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AWAY
(Instrumental)

© 1997 Mary Rowell and Walter Salas-Humara
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